Posted by Luthor on March 25, 2001 at 21:11:39:
Shattered Krystal
By
Luthor
Nineteen year-old Krystal Jordan sat on the edge of the rumpled bed with her slender legs spread wide, lewdly displaying her naked sex to the three men standing nervously inside the cheap, dingy motel room she shared with her young roommate, Jade. It was Krystal's turn to pay the rent, so Jade was out partying at a local club while Krystal turned a few tricks to raise enough cash to cover their expenses for the week. The slender blonde smiled sweetly as she placed her thin fingers on either side of her fleshy pussyslit and slowly parted the delicate pink lips of her womanhood, shamelessly unveiling the glistening treasure hidden underneath to the three well-dressed, middle-aged gentlemen she had met in a local hotel bar just 15 minutes before.
"Well, Guys, what do you think? Am I worth three hundred bucks?" murmured Krystal, laying back onto the soft mattress and grinding her pale hips up and down in an obscene fucking motion. "Which one of you big studs is gonna be first? Hmmm? Don't be shy! Who's man enough to throw me the first fuck?" The pretty teenager wore a sheer pair of black silk stockings over her sensuous, shapely legs. Krystal had studied dance since she was six years old, and the endless hours of dedicated training had given her firm young torso and long legs a tone and definition that any woman would envy. The sexy hosiery ended mid-thigh, held in place by a frilly red garter belt. Her see-through black panties lay next to her on the bed, having been discarded along with her red leather mini-skirt and purple halter-top. Krystal's long blonde hair cascaded in lazy waves over her soft shoulders and down the sides of her pale, pink torso, framing the naked teenager's opulent breasts with a light, golden halo. The only other adornment gracing Krystal's healthy young body was a small silver cross dangling from the end of the thin chain she wore around her lovely neck. The sexy teenager playfully toyed with the delicate necklace as she reached between her outstretched legs with her free hand and brazenly massaged her drooling pussy. "Come on! I'm all wet and ready! See?" breathed the naked hooker as she audaciously shoved her extended middle finger into her slimy sex and began to slide the slim digit slowly in and out. Krystal's young pussy still had a fresh, little-girl look, despite her sordid occupation. Her smooth, pale mound was adorned by a tiny tuft of curly, light-blonde pubic hair, and her fleshy pink pussylips were firm and rubbery, just right for fucking. Krystal's tight, wet cuntcleft closed sensually around her slimy finger as the pretty whore gleefully masturbated in front of the three neatly-dressed Johns.
"Ooooh! See, Guys? I'm ready! Come on! Do me! Some day, when I'm a famous Dancer, you can watch me in all the hottest Music Videos and brag to all your friends that you once fucked Krystal Jordan! Ooo! Do it, Guys! Fuck me! Fuck me good!"
Krystal squealed as the first hard cock entered her dripping hole. There was no discussion, no foreplay, she was just a whore, after all. The older man didn't even bother to disrobe. He simply unzipped his pants, took out his stiff manhood, and plunged the throbbing organ into Krystal's waiting pussy, fucking the moaning teenager artlessly until he drained his bloated balls deep inside her warm young body. His goal accomplished, the perspiring businessman hurriedly stuffed his shrunken pride back into his cheap polyester trousers and, without saying a word, hastily exited the drab, poorly-lit room, closing the squeaky door behind him.
The second performance was a virtual carbon copy of the first, except that this time the sweating John took the trouble to suck greedily on Krystal's round, firm tits, slobbering over the magnificent mounds for several minutes before sticking his tiny pecker into her steamy fuckhole and emptying himself almost immediately. Mumbling some sort of hushed apology, the balding gentleman slunk from the room with his head bowed, disappearing anonymously into the cool Autumn night like his companion before him.
"Well, it looks like it's just you and me!" crooned the tall, husky, dark-haired gentleman standing over Krystal's well-used bed. He was dressed differently from his two companions. Their attire had been strictly bargain basement off-the-rack, while he wore an expensive, custom-tailored black Italian three-piece suit over a dark gray silk shirt and wide, charcoal tie. The big man stood well over six feet and his hands were large and callused, with wide, heavy fingers. "Don't worry, kid! I don't mind being the last one to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours."
The strange inflection in his deep voice frightened Krystal. Something about this guy wasn't quite right. She had assumed he was part of the Insurance Salesmen's convention at the hotel where she picked up the three marks, but she remembered that he had not been with the other two Johns when they first made contact in the hotel bar. He had joined them later, buying drinks all around and flashing a wad of cash that would choke a horse. It had been his idea to come back to her place, instead of getting a room at the hotel, and he had waited patiently while the other marks got their jollies and left, leaving Krystal alone with him in the darkened apartment. The naked teenager shuddered. She had always been careful to avoid the freaks and weirdoes that made her line of work so dangerous. She prided herself on her ability to spot a ringer a mile off, and had often bragged to her roommate, Jade, that she would never be one of those nameless, faceless whores found sliced to ribbons in some cheap motel room, or decomposing along a lonely stretch of country road. She was too smart for that! Now, as she stared up at the large, grinning man towering ominously over her exposed body, she suddenly felt very vulnerable.
"Come on, Baby. Let's see that big boner of yours! Fuck me good, Daddy! I'm all open and ready!" breathed the nervous blonde, determined to get the trick over with and out the door as quickly as possible. She smiled sweetly as the big man leaned down over the messy bed and reached out his big hand toward her sweaty, naked form.
The powerful blow caught Krystal just under her jaw and snapped her head back sharply, cracking her tender skull against the ancient bed's hard wooden headboard. Krystal moaned, stunned senseless by the unexpected attack. The large man calmly raised his huge right fist and once more brought it down with terrifying force, landing with a sickening thud just under her left breast. Krystal convulsed as her fragile young ribs snapped like dry kindling against the crazed John's heavy knuckles. Again and again the brawny stranger rained down potent, ruinous blows onto the helpless teenager's naked, twisting body, methodically reducing the beautiful blonde prostitute to a broken, quivering mass of bleeding flesh.
"Now, kid," murmured the well-dressed man as he grasped the moaning whore by her long blonde hair and roughly jerked her bloodied face to within a few inches of his own. "It's time for answers. I'm looking for Judy. Do you understand? Where is Judith Gambini?"
"Wh - who? I - I don't know who you mean! Please! There's been some kind of mistake! I'm just a whore! Oh God! Please! Please! I'm just a dumb, stupid whore! I swear! I don't know what you're talking about! Aaww! Don't hurt me any more! I'll do anything you want! Oh Jesus, Mister! Please! Y-you hurt me bad!" rasped Krystal, her words slurred thickly through her torn, swollen lips. "Please Mister! Let me go, okay? I swear to God I won't tell! You can trust me, honest! Take back all your money! You can take anything you want, just please don't hurt me any more!"
The big man brought his huge hand down hard against Krystal's bloodied face, knocking out several of the pretty teenager's straight white teeth and crushing her delicate cheekbone. "Wrong answer," he said in a calm, steady voice as Krystal convulsed in agony beneath him. Placing his callused left hand around Krystal's tender throat, the hefty John once more raised his right arm over his head. "Let's try this one more time, Kid," he stated, again bringing his big, bloody fist crashing down with inhuman power, hitting Krystal squarely on her delicate, vulnerable pubic mound, shattering the writhing teenager's fragile pelvis. "I want Judith Gambini. I have been informed by a reliable source that you know where I can find this individual," intoned her sweating attacker in an absurdly formal voice as Krystal's shrill screams degenerated into feint, child-like whimpers. "She is now going by the name of Jade. I know that she has been seen recently working the streets with a young blonde hooker named Krystal. You are a young blonde hooker named Krystal. I have found you, and now you're going to tell me where Judy is, aren't you, little slut? You're going to tell me everything I want to know, isn't that right?" The tall stranger raised his big hand threateningly as he glared down at Krystal's ruined face.
"NO!! Wait! Please! No more! God! No more! I know her! I know her! She's my roommate!" sobbed the hysterical hooker as she cowered in fear on her rumpled mattress. Hot blood gushed in thick red rivulets down her swollen face and out of her torn cunt. The trembling woman-child reached up beseechingly with her tiny, trembling hands and grabbed the lapels of the sadistic John's expensive suit. "Please! I can't stand it! Don't hurt me any more! I'll tell! I'll tell! She's my roommate! Her name is Jade Smith! She lives with me! She'll be here soon! Honest, Mister! She's downtown partying! I swear! She'll be back any minute! Please! Please!" Krystal's broken body shook uncontrollably as the brutalized teenager fell back onto her bloodstained bed, moaning in agony.
"See there? That wasn't so hard, was it?" crooned the grinning man as he reached into his coat pocket and quietly withdrew a long, thin-bladed stiletto. "You rest now, little whore. You did a good job. You told me what I wanted to know and now you can relax. It's all over. Nobody's ever going to hurt you again."
Krystal's ruined mouth smiled grotesquely as she realized her horrific ordeal was over. She had given the evil man what he wanted and now he would leave her alone. He would probably wait until Jade got home and then most likely kill her, or at least beat her up real bad, like he had done to her, then he would leave and she would be able to get to a hospital. The doctors would patch her up, like they always did, and she'd be well and out on the streets again in no time! She wondered what Jade had done to get the big man so angry at her. She must have ripped him off or sold him some bad dope or something. It didn't matter. It was none of her business, really. Jade would have to look out for herself. Krystal washed her hands of the whole matter. She was out of it. All she wanted to do was go somewhere safe and get well. She probably wasn't hurt as bad as she thought, anyway. Just a few bruises and a cut or two. Yes, she'd be fine! She was too smart to end up snuffed by some crazy John in a cheap $60 a week motel room. She had plans.
She was going to be a dancer!
The thin blade entered Krystal's smooth, white belly just under her navel, slicing through the shocked teenager's tough abdominal muscles and traveling on into her soft, doughy intestines. Krystal's back arched in a rictus of pain as she felt the hot steel cut ruinously into her quivering gut, mangling her precious young vitals as it turned and twisted inside her writhing body. The naked girl shrieked in horror as the grinning maniac slowly withdrew the dreadful instrument from her gushing belly and again plunged the bloody blade deep into her quaking torso. The doomed hooker's lithe young body convulsed uncontrollably. Her long, beautiful, dancer's legs jerked and twitched as nineteen year-old Krystal Jordan's lush pink body was punctured again and again by the smiling stranger's cruel, deadly blade. Krystal's big, sky-blue eyes opened wide with disbelief as the screaming blonde felt the razor-sharp weapon rip savagely through her burning entrails, slicing her soft insides to shreds. Her rich, red blood spurted through the heavy air in long, crimson arcs, painting a wild, dripping mosaic across the dingy walls and over her filthy sheets as the insane orgy of death progressed to its' ultimate, inescapable conclusion.
"That's it, Baby! Don't fight it! Just let it happen! Aaahh! Almost there! Almost there!" crooned the perspiring John as he methodically plunged his long, shiny knife over and over into Krystal's bleeding belly, rending the beautiful Hooker's naked body beyond any hope of survival. Krystal's wide, frightened eyes stared straight up in astonishment as the grinning Madman's final knifethrust tore savagely through her swollen left nipple, the keen steel blade plunging past her shattered ribcage and transfixing the pretty nineteen year-old's tiny, beating heart.
The dark, shabby motel room suddenly became very quiet. The only sounds echoing off the gore-spattered walls were the wet, gurgling noises made by the thick rivers of red blood flowing freely out of the twitching Hooker's ruined body.
Krystal turned her head slowly and gazed into the cold, gray eyes of her killer, the dark handle of his knife still protruding obscenely from her bloody breast. "I was going to be a Dancer," she whispered in a tiny, bubbly voice just before her skewered heart stopped beating. Krystal's big, sky-blue eyes rolled back in their sockets. She gasped. Her bloody tongue stuck out stupidly from her gory mouth and her butchered body convulsed. She gurgled. She snorted. Her long, sexy legs kicked weakly six times and then Krystal went limp, her tiny sphincter noisily releasing the fetid contents of her shredded bowels out onto her blood-soaked deathbed.
Nineteen year-old Krystal Jordan died laying in a pile of her own shit, just another nameless, faceless whore sliced to ribbons in a cheap, dirty motel room.
The dark stranger gazed down in amusement at the lifeless body flayed open in grizzly splendor before him. He casually bent down and pulled his bloody stiletto from Krystal's mangled breast, the sharp blade making a wet, sucking sound as it exited the slaughtered Hooker's corrupted flesh. Wiping the keen blade on the dead girl's silky blonde hair, the big man walked over to the shabby chair in the far corner of the cluttered room and calmly sat down, staring intently at the closed door directly in front of him.
Jade would be home soon.
epilog—
Jade Smith fumbled drunkenly with her rattling keychain as the dark-haired teenager tried in vain to focus her bleary, bloodshot eyes on the dimly-lit doorknob of the cheap motel room she and her roommate Krystal called home. The tipsy young girl tried her best to make as little noise as possible. It was 4:00 A.M. and Krystal was most likely asleep, unless the wily little bitch had managed to score some speed or found a rich John that wanted to pull an all-nighter. "Damn!" Jade muttered under her breath as the keys slipped from her numbed fingers and clattered noisily to the ground. She was about to bend down and retrieve them when the apartment door suddenly opened. Jade gasped. Her eyes opened wide with shock. There, standing ominously in the doorway to her darkened room, stood a large, shadowy figure.
"You found me," she breathed, lowering her eyes.
"You knew I would. Eventually." replied the deep, familiar voice.
Jade shrugged. "I guess so."
"Are you ready?" the man asked gravely, reaching into the pocket of his expensive Italian suit.
"Yes," Jade whispered. "I'm ready."
"Good." the man said, pulling a large white handkerchief from his suit pocket and handing it to Jade. "Here. Wipe that make-up off your face. You look like a whore." Jade took the cloth and began swabbing her cheeks and eyes. "...And the next time you decide to run away from home, young lady, I'm not going to bother to come get you. Is that clear Judith?" The young girl nodded. "Now come on, I'm parked around the corner." The big man stepped out of the shabby room and deftly closed the door behind him. "Your poor mother has been worried sick. Don't you ever dare pull a stunt like this again, do you hear me, Judith? Hurry along to the car now. No telling what kind of deranged lunatic you're liable to run into in this neighborhood late at night!"
"Yes Daddy."
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